Literotic asexstories – Bunny Inc. Ch. 02 by superukashaka,superukashaka
Antoine was walking fast down the streets of Paris with an uncertain step, his heart in turmoil.
It all started a couple of hours ago when an unassuming letter fell through the door’s mailbox flap, reaching the doormat. The letter was wrapped in a black envelope with a logo of a white rabbit. Antoine moved it toward the light to investigate it further.
“What are you doing?” Asked Mariel, one of Antoine’s roommates. Antoine jolted before answering back to Mariel’s question.
“This weird letter just arrived. It doesn’t have a name…” said Antoine, as he tried to see anything through the black envelope.
Mariel was a slim, quirky college girl with pale skin and long blonde hair. She was dressed casually in a yellow hoody, pink skirt, yellow slip-on shoes on her pink ankle-cut socks, and oversized headphones. She was skinny, and when she smiled, she showed a broken tooth, which she said didn’t bother her.
“It’s for me.” She snatched the black envelope without warning.
“Ah, wait! Mari!” He shouted, trying to get the envelope back from Mariel; he saw his only chance to discover what was inside disappear. He needed to know what was in that envelope.
Mariel seemed unremarkable and, at least on the outside, was absolutely unassuming and unexceptional. She was an exchange student from the States, living with him and Leon for over half a year. They didn’t go out that much, the last time he remembered was when her little sister came to visit, and they all went out to show her around. But he still carried hopes of hooking up with her one day.
Without making any noise, she moved toward her room. Then Antoine heard something that surprised him, a whisper of excitement, as though she didn’t believe her eyes. He looked through the keyhole and saw her write down something in her notebook while holding a black piece of paper; it had to be the letter. She grabbed it from a corner and gently approached it to her lighter. The letter burst into a pink glitter flame and completely disintegrated.
“Wicked,” Antoine heard her say. But from where did this paper and lighter come?
Mariel started to move. Quickly, as if she was in a hurry. Antoine moved towards the bathroom without turning on the light. Staying completely still, he waited silently, not even wanting to exhale. She got out, approached the bathroom door, and peeked in, waiting for a second as if staring through the darkness. Then she moved on. Antoine could hear Mariel’s steps on the stairs, and seconds later, the main door opened, and slum shut.
Knowing it was clear to move, Antoine left the bathroom and ran into Mariel’s room. As usual, her room was a mess. He looked at her desk, where he saw her copying something from the letter, and found a blank notebook. “She must have ripped the page before leaving,” he thought.
Remembering a scene from a spy movie, he grabbed a pencil. He rubbed it over the white paper, carefully painting the zone where he assumed Muriel had written. Once done, he put the book at eye level and moved it until the light hit it at the right angle, letting him discern the letters. It was an address almost on the other side of the city. But Antoine knew how to get there fast.
And now, here he was. He was standing at the door of the address Muriel had run to. Antoine wanted to know what was going on before knocking on the door. He noticed another door that led to an internal hallway. Antoine managed to get over the door with much effort, falling on the other side with little grace. Without breathing, he stood immobile, trying to pick up an ounce of sound. Slowly, step after step, the Frenchman pushed deeper into the hallway. He saw a door left wide open to what could only be a store. What was he getting himself into?
“What are you doing? This was not what we agreed to!” He heard Muriel shouting from inside the room. Antoine heart sank a mile. Oh crap.
He slowly leaned against the door frame, peeking inside the room. It was a storage room that gave way to the rest of the building; he saw the light coming from a door’s window. Muriel was standing in the middle of an almost empty room, looking like someone betrayed, her arms shaking with her fists clenched. A lightbulb illuminated her and a group of men wearing dark masks that hid their entire faces. Antoine could see her clearly; her eyes shone like a wild cat in the dark.
One man took a step forward. He was shorter than everyone else and slightly round. Still, his stature did not belay the hidden strength of a predator hunting its prey. He took two steps towards a wall, where a duffel bag lay hanging. He opened it and took a long knife from within. He showed all the implements of torture contained within as he looked for the blade. Then turned towards Muriel.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice,” he threatened.
Antoine didn’t like how they looked at her like they wanted to eat her whole.
It had not been that long since his roommate had stormed off to this dirty building, where she seemed at a disadvantage against these creepy guys. Antoine knew he should do something but couldn’t take all these guys out alone. He should call the police and report this.
“Don’t hurt me,” cried Muriel. Her demeanor changed to one of a defeated animal. It was clear she would do whatever these men wanted.
The man with the knife approached her and placed it near her face. “We won’t hurt you if you behave,” he said. Then, he grabbed her shirt and tore it from her in quick and practiced motions using his knife. Then moved to her skirt and repeated the process. He took a step back to appreciate their prey. Muriel tried her best to cover herself. Her perky breasts were already exposed. She usually never wore a bra around the house, which constantly stirred Antoine when he saw her descending the stairs.
Antoine needed to call the police before things escalated, but he couldn’t do it from within the room; he needed to go out. “I’ll wait for them to get distracted and run for it,” he thought.
From where he stood, he could count seven men in front of him, and from their outlines, none was armed or holding something that could be considered dangerous. Antoine thought Muriel’s life was not in immediate peril.
The man with the knife stepped back, motioning to Muriel, saying, “Take off your panties. And make a show out of it.”
Muriel hesitated. She bit her thumb, clearly thinking about what to do. If they were about to rape her, having her undress in front of their mocking eyes would hurt her pride, and the desire to submit would quickly evaporate. She gingerly turned around and grabbed the edges of her thong. Tying to follow their instructions, she pushed her ass back and bent over without breaking her knees, sliding her thong down. Muriel then stepped out of them with short steps and turned again towards the group of men, wrapping her exposed body with her arms.
She looked like a frightened doe surrounded by hunters.
“Keep your arms down,” commanded the short guy.
Reluctant to comply, Muriel brought her right hand down. “This is a pretty sight,” said a husky voice. “Play with yourself!” The same voice commanded. She grabbed her left breast, pinching her nipples. The woman shuddered with visible revulsion; Antoine couldn’t look away; he was starting to feel something in his pants.
“More!” Another man demanded. Muriel rubbed her slit. as a small tear rolled on her left cheek.
Noticing someone was taking a picture of her ordeal, she shouted in the man’s direction, “Don’t take photos! Please!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Said the man with the knife. “Who told you to say something?”
“Why were these guys talking in English with such French accents?” Antoine thought. Something weird was going on…
“Continue! And act like you enjoy it.” Persisted the man.
“Ahhhhnn… hnn.” Mariel forced, putting one finger inside her folds. As Antoine watched, his cock twitched again… She was making him horny and, once again, pushed back against his instincts of calling the police.
Muriel was feeling a lot of mixed feelings, a feeling of hate, a feeling of discomfort. Being forced against your will to pleasure yourself was very disturbing. At first, she only complied to save herself. But now she was beginning to feel that the small amount of stimulation she received was turning her on, no matter how wrong it was. The thrill of masturbating in front of other men became too much for her. Muriel noticed she was getting wet, and also did the men.
“Take out that finger and stick it in your mouth!” One of the guys said in broken English.
Muriel complied, giving the men verification that her pussy was ready for more. They pushed her, one in her rear and another in front, forcing her to fall on all fours.
Then the same man with the knife walked to the side where she lay on the ground and started circling her. The light bounced off her sweat-covered flesh. The man then grabbed a fistful of hair, raising her chin, causing her back to arch. He proceeded to slap her face. “Ah!!” She yelped, trying not to fight back, her pride not wanting to give them the gratification.
But even without any more contact, she was sopping wet. As she waited for another blow on her soft features, she imagined the men behind her pushing their cocks in her holes and how bad she wanted those men in the room to fill up her insides and use her body. Maybe if they all were to fuck her simultaneously, her ordeal would end sooner. It felt like her womb was throbbing to be filled up; she couldn’t control her excitement any longer.
The man with the heavy accent approached the girl from behind and spread her lips with his fingers, exploring the recesses of her cunt. Muriel couldn’t help the moan that came out of her mouth. The scene left Antoine dumbfounded; his heart was beating hard, and his pants were tight. His mind wandered to her body squirming on their assault; it made him hard with envy.
In response to the stimulation, the girl pressed back her butt cheeks, trying to envelop the man’s head. The men around them started laughing at the poor girl, who seemed to have never had her pussy filled with anything. Their prey was to their liking, a cute, sweet foreigner who didn’t know the world’s ways.
The man with the knife threw it away, used his now free hand to take out his cock, and pressed it to Muriel’s mouth. “Don’t do this, please!” Muriel thought, looking into his eyes, pleading. He only pushed harder against her. The man pulled her hair violently, making Muriel cry in pain, and impaled his member in her mouth. “Nice and easy now, don’t get any brave ideas if you don’t want to get hurt,” the man told her. Muriel reluctantly started to suck his cock.
Every new contact eroded her resolve.
Antoine was struck by seeing his roommate sucking a strange cock while being fingered from behind. It appeared she was doing an outstanding job for someone initially reluctant. Muriel was putting passion into it. Saliva escaped her mouth, and she was moving her ass in tune with the man between her ass cheeks.
“You had your fun; now let others play with her,” one of them said, pushing away the guy playing between Muriel’s ass. The man reluctantly moved and let his friend take his place, with his cock already out. The second man wasn’t quite so thorough or patient. He spat at her hole, slapped his cock against her, and pushed hard against her cunt with all his might. She didn’t scream as the cock slowly forced his way inside her, but there were tears in her eyes.
“Yeah! Just like this baby,” shouted the guy fucking her. He moved, dragging her ass by the grip of her waist, and slammed hard at her pussy. He kept up a rapid and robust pace, pushing inside her faster and harder.
Muriel tried to scream in agony but only managed to choke on the cock in her mouth. “Stop, please!” She finally managed to call, dislodging the cock in her mouth. Tears were rolling uncontrollably from her eyes. None of the men seemed to pay attention to her protests. The one in front grabbed another handful of her hair and forced her to eat his dick again, fucking her mouth with fury. The whole room listened to the crude noise her cunt was making, being drilled mercilessly, and so did Antoine. His cock was so tight inside his pants that he had to take it out. He unconsciously grabbed it without looking away from the scene before him.
Muriel was not only getting raped but she was being violated from behind and front. Antoine knew it was wrong to let them have their way with her and not step out and fight, but looking at her, he was hypnotized. He couldn’t move.
The man in the back started to grunt and shudder. He was clearly coming deep inside Muriel. He removed his dick from within and slapped her ass cheek hard, making an acute squeak escape from her. Another guy was taking his place behind her, but the leader said, “Wait! Let’s move the bitch first.”
They all seemed to agree. Without releasing Muriel’s hair, he made Muriel get up and dragged her to the desk. He got on top and motioned Muriel to mount him. His body and hands were on each side of the table’s edges, like a plate ready to receive Muriel’s serving. Another man came around her and pressed her into action. “Please! Stop!” She cried while climbing the table, and a stranger’s cock inside her pussy.
When the man was fully inside, Muriel reacted instinctively. She pushed herself up and slid her hips back down. She rode him slowly but hard, pausing at the deepest end every time.
“She wants it bad,” The man getting ridden said, making the other men spring to action.
First, Muriel tried to struggle, but the cocks pushed towards her mouth, and the grip on her hair was too firm. Seconds later and Muriel had surrendered her body to a gangbang, taking dicks in her ass, her mouth, and pussy.
The cock in her asshole moved in and out, punching hard. There were more tears in her eyes when the men finally freed her head, knowing the girl had long ago lost her will to flee. Antoine was pumping himself like mad. He knew she would hate him if she found out he was prolonging her agony by refusing to look for help.
Her pussy dripped with cum when someone pulled out and placed his erection in her mouth; Muriel dutifully sucked the jizz off his tool. The men were exchanging positions with frightening practice.
As cocks were shoved towards her and rough hands caressed and groped Muriel’s body, she got in the flow and started to enjoy herself.
Antoine noted the change with Muriel, making him mad with lust. It was impossible not to touch himself now. All thoughts of doing anything to stop this were long gone. He noticed her body buckling under the men and knew she was coming hard. “That fucking whore,” he thought, “she’s actually enjoying it.”
Muriel was soaked between her legs, and the smell of semen drifted through the room. The guys didn’t seem to be in any hurry to stop, and Muriel didn’t appear to be asking for it either. She started to moan loudly, and her hands and mouth moved towards the dicks without the men needing to press. She was getting hotter and hotter; she only wanted to suck and get fucked in her pussy and ass. Antoine was looking at how their cocks filled and violated Muriel’s body, his balls pulsing.
The men started moving again as if they had practiced this. They picked her up and placed her on the table on her back, with her legs falling off the sides. Most men had released themselves of their clothes except for their masks. One positioned himself between her legs and placed his cock head on her entrance but didn’t penetrate it.
He stayed like that for a while, letting time stretch. “What is this guy doing?” Antoine said to himself. “Fuck her already!”
Muriel lifted her head to look at the masked man and was confronted with mixed feelings. On the one hand, the sexual torment was too much; on the other, her body wanted more; the cock so close to penetrating her was too much. She tried to push herself against him but couldn’t get the correct position.
“What are you doing, miss?” The man playing with her asked.
A single tear streamed down her cheek. “I don’t know,” Muriel answered. Finally, she said, almost crying, her body at its limit. “I want more, please. I want more.” She covered her face, unable to contain the shame she was feeling.
Muriel was given no respite. As soon as those words came out, the man plunged in a single move into the woman, ripping a long cry of pleasure.
“How is it?” Another man asked when her partner began to move with a sloppy cadence. “Speak! Or I swear to God I’ll take it out!”
“My god, It’s great! I love it! Now, fuck me, fuck me!” She was talking like a sailor between moans.
Antoine wanted to reach out towards her and hold those sweet words deep within his heart, to caress those dirty limbs and kiss her trembling lips. The man fucking her finished inside her, and another one took place.
There was a feeling in the air that their time was ending, so every man, not fucking Muriel, started to masturbate and slap her with their dicks.
Muriel’s mind was ecstatic as she felt a new orgasm. Her pussy gripped the cock inside her hard, and the man inside her grunted and thrust his hips forward in an explosive movement.
She could barely speak at this point; her vision and brain clouded as her final orgasm began to course through her body; she could hear a buzz and cries from above. Men started to bathe her in cum as she had an out-of-body experience. She had a tiny moment of clarity, enough to notice a thin streak of cum from the man above falling towards her lips, but she was too out to catch it in her mouth, so she took the load on her face.
Antoine was fapping furiously and was about to come when someone grabbed him from behind, placed a mask on his head, and pushed him toward the room.
“Look what we have here,” said the man pushing him into the room. Muriel was barely holding herself with her elbows on the table, looking at the commotion.
Muriel looked at the new person in the room and asked, “Antoine!?”
“I caught him in the other room. He’s a pervert who was jacking off while he looked at you being fucked,” he said to Muriel, pushing Antoine further into the room.
“How did he find us here?” Asked one of the men.
“It doesn’t matter,” said the leader, with the knife back in his hands. “What matters is how he expects to come out of this?” He looked towards Antoine to address him directly. “You have two choices, you may leave this place in a bag, or you can join us and become an accomplice.” Antoine could see the whole scene perfectly well through the mask. His eyes darted from the knife to the men and then focused on Muriel. She was still lying on the desk, covered in sweat and cum, her legs spread open and her breasts flat on her chest. His cock got hard again.
“What’s it gonna be, pervert? Do you want a piece of her? I dare you, fuck her cunt, and use her hard as penance for spying. You want her, don’t you? And after it, if you behave, you can come with us. We have much to show to a guy who knows how to take what he likes.” The man completed his offer. Muriel said nothing the entire time. She was barely breathing. Antoine knew what he would do.
He took the mask off, leaving his facial features uncovered.
Muriel, shocked, asked. “What are you doing here? You have to leave before you get in trouble!”
Antoine couldn’t keep his lust in check; he was mad with desire. This was his chance.
He got closer and pulled his pants down.
“Antoine! Stop! Don’t do this!” Cried Muriel, trying to push him away.
Antoine smacked her efforts away and planted himself between her legs. He slid his dick until he was balls-deep in a wet warm hug. She tried to push him out of her, but his hunger was beyond her strength.
Muriel knew it was stupid to resist.
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